The Concubine Does Not Love the Emperor - Chapter 25

“Answer me! Why are you impersonating the Emperor?”

She seemed flustered. Even though she had come as Kardima to meet the Emperor, she still believed herself to be Rey. How should he explain this? Suleiman pondered, and a faint smile crossed his lips. There was no rush. The night was long. He could spend it with her. However, as Margaret’s eyes met Suleiman’s face, her complexion rapidly turned pale.

“Answer me.”

Suddenly, the sound of air being parted rang out, and Margaret jerked her head backward. Her fist struck empty air. Simultaneously, a jolt of impact registered behind her knees, causing her legs to buckle.

“What is this?”

“It has to be done!”

Her wrist, free of restraint, swiftly rose above her head. She pounced on him as if he were her prey. The man blinked slowly, seemingly surprised by this woman. It seemed she had misunderstood something.

“Usually, people think the opposite.”

“Stop the nonsense!”

It appeared that she had seriously misunderstood. She was light, and the softness of her thighs, which pressed against his body, was incredibly stimulating. It was as if she had cast a spell on him; every time she exhaled, it felt like a kiss. Her breaths were teasing, and he could not tell what he was doing.

“But isn’t this position too provocative?”

Suleiman raised his knees slightly when Margaret lifted them. She was unsteady, and her body, trembling, brushed against his thigh, making his lower body swell significantly. She seemed solely focused on pressing him, unaware of her current position.

“However, this posture is too stimulating, don’t you think?”

As Suleiman slightly raised his knees, Margaret’s body swayed heavily. She bit her lip, using her thigh to nudge him, and her grip on his wrist tightened.

Ah!

One of her br*asts, which had been barely concealed, finally slipped out. It spilled onto Suleiman’s face, perplexing him. Whenever Margaret inhaled forcefully, her chest heaved, and each time, her breast seemed to quiver. He wanted to touch it. But his hands were restrained. He wanted to suck it. He was startled by his own thoughts.

To want to suck it.

Suleiman quickly lowered his gaze. Her body, which was almost in contact with his, was tantalizingly close. Her curves flowed gently, and her legs were spread apart below her navel. Her thighs seemed to open up as though inviting him inside, and if it weren’t for the fabric of her dress, he could enter her at that moment.

It was dizzying. He raised his gaze again. He couldn’t understand why he couldn’t regain his composure. Had he gone insane? Perhaps he had lost his mind.

“What nonsense are you talking about? Hmph!”

Suleiman finally sucked her br*ast like a seductive enticement in front of his eyes. Before he started, he didn’t forget to say a grace, like a pre-meal prayer. Once his mouth was filled with the soft, fleshy mound, he felt a sense of relief. But…

“Eugh!”

A loud cry hit Suleiman’s ears. He felt something hard poking inside her. Suleiman used his lips to tease and suck her br*ast deeply, and from her mouth, a sob escaped. It was wonderful—insanely so. Her n*pple, sticking out like a tiny bud, was licked and gently teased with his tongue, causing Margaret’s eyes to widen sharply.

“Are you insane?”

He was. That’s right. He was the one who had gone insane. He had known all along that he was like this, and she knew too. Why should he hold back when she knows what kind of person he is?

“This bastard!”

Margaret’s hand, raised to strike him, seemed to move in slow motion, with her slender wrist and tiny fist. Even if she did strike—no, if she did, it would hurt like hell. His mind was etched with memories, and he quickly grabbed her wrist. Perhaps it was meant to stop her from raising her fist, but he couldn’t stop. Her breast was too sweet, too delicious. It wasn’t just him enjoying it. Her pointed expression crumbled all of a sudden, and a shiver ran through her.

In the end, when Margaret couldn’t hold back and collapsed onto his chest, he finally let go of her breast.

“Crazy bastard.”

That’s right. He admitted it. Suleiman was indeed a crazy bastard. However, he couldn’t help but ask her.

“Why do you still think I’m not the Emperor?”

In this state, her breasts made it impossible for her to think properly. He laid her on top of him. It was only now that he could finally face her and have a proper conversation with her.

“Beautiful.”

Margaret, as viewed from above, was beautiful. Simple words like “pretty” weren’t enough. To seduce him successfully, the curves of her body needed to be displayed, and her flushed face showed her excitement. Any attempts to restrain his own desires were futile.

“That is—”

He swallowed the words from her wide-open mouth. Whether she thought he was the Emperor or Ray, it didn’t matter. Ultimately, she belonged to him.

As she attempted to turn her head in defiance, he held her chin firmly, and their lips met awkwardly. He couldn’t let her get away or escape again. Suleiman locked his lips with hers, desperately trying to keep her from turning away. He was thirsty. His tongue roamed, savoring and swallowing her saliva. The flames within him kept burning, deep inside.

Margaret tried to strike him with a clenched fist, but it didn’t hurt at all. His body was paralyzed; he felt no pain. The more she struggled to free herself, the tighter he held onto her.

“I am both Ray and Emperor Suleiman.”

“And you are…”

“Margaret, you are my Kadima.”

This was an incredibly sweet and exhilarating statement. The sacred duty she had never taken seriously had finally come to life. Margaret, you are my Kadima. All mine. Every part of you is mine, even your lips, your tongue, your saliva, and the air you breathe for survival. Everything is mine.

Gradually, her punches stopped. Her futile attempts to push him away ended. Whenever she made a sound, he swallowed it. He gripped her squirming br*asts.

Margaret, my Kadima.

And then her lips let out a sweet moan, and Suleiman swallowed every sound she made. As he breathed in her breath and swallowed her saliva, he firmly gripped her engorged br*asts. Her waist trembled as her breaths quickened. Her movements shook his heart, and her flushed face became extremely provocative. He was excited by the scene. Her whole demeanor was so captivatingly erotic.

At that moment, she opened her eyes wide. Their eyes locked in a vivid blue gaze, and time seemed to stand still.

Margaret and Suleiman stared at each other. Neither of them turned away. In Suleiman’s cold blue irises, black pupils dilated ever so slightly. Then his face appeared sharply in her view. Suleiman’s lips descended upon hers again, slowly. His pupils, filled with himself, aroused her. The last thread of restraint in him vanished.

“Hu… huuh.”

A moan escaped her lips, which he sucked upon forcefully. Her already red lips grew even redder. The blue of her eyes glistened with moisture. The last vestiges of his sanity vanished.

Suleiman’s hands moved down boldly, drenching her underwear and probing her intimacy. Her body jumped like a fish out of water. Her blue eyes turned even wetter.

Damp.

She was already wet before he touched her. He couldn’t understand when it had started. He touched her tenderly, tracing the soft mound before gently pressing her protruding center. Her waist arched and her body writhed, which led him to relentlessly explore her sensitive areas.

Margaret finally surrendered, her eyes tightly closed.

“Ah…!”

She bit her lip to suppress her moans, a sight that was intensely seductive. She must have known, perhaps, that she wanted this from the moment she saw him. Well, the day when they first met, that sweltering and humid day, or perhaps on the cool day when she first laid eyes on him, the day he pinned her to the ground.

“From the moment I first saw you, I wanted this.”

Lost in the mood, his feelings spilled out without order. She cursed him as a lunatic. Suleiman just laughed.

“You’re right.”

The area below her was already soaked, and he deliberately teased her most intimate parts, slowly and gently. With each touch, Margaret let out loud screams. It was insane, and Suleiman laughed.

“I’m crazy.”

For you. Somehow, he didn’t know why. Was it because this emotion was so overwhelming and consuming? It wasn’t mere curiosity. Why did his fascination turn into obsession the moment he saw her? He couldn’t understand it. Before he knew it, the woman was gasping for air as the dampness turned into something much thicker.

Suleiman’s fingers continued their exploration. The wet, squelching sounds took him to the brink. He wanted to thrust himself inside, plunge into her, and shake her uncontrollably. Instead, he inserted his fingers. Her already-soaked hole greedily swallowed them as she gasped and writhed.

“Oh, I think I do.”

He added another finger, and her tight inner walls clamped down on them. Her tense and squeezing insides felt incredibly vivid. Suleiman buried his face in her chest, inhaling her familiar scent deeply. He nibbled on her reddened n*pple, savored it, and then spat it out.

“In a hurry, aren’t you?”

He continued to thrust his fingers in and out, causing her body to tremble. Yes, she was his, wasn’t she? She was his because she was Kadima, so he could do whatever he wanted.

“You’re driving me insane.”

Her moans and gasps filled the air, and he felt intoxicated with her pleasure.